Yesterday I had the pleasure(!) of spending my morning at the Royal Infirmery in the West End for a little local anesthetic surgery. I am hereby renouncing any unjust criticisms I have made against the NHS. Officially. (Gordon & Jerome please take note). Not only was I squeezed in for an emergency appointment in less than a week, but when I got there the operation was tight, well run, efficient and the Irish doctor was chatty, friendly and she was wearing the MBS trainers that I bought so long ago but have been afraid to wear. Before I knew it, the needle was in and out, and I had a hole in my leg patched up with 6 stitches. Good to go. It wouldn’t happen like this in many places even if you had to pay for the service…

Just thought I would set the record straight.

In other news, there is no other news. Still cleaning, still chucking, getting ready for the big day tomorrow of packing up all our worldly belongings, or at least what is left of them…